Clouds of thunder doom and gloom;
Smell the imminent storm.
I feel his presents; he will be here soon;
From the devil he is born.
Sheltered in a house of glass;
Wide eyes brimming with tears.
No where to run for he is fast;
My body trembles in terrored fear.
When day light breaks; he runs and hides;
The light now helps me see.
He’s nothing more than a coward in disguise;
My courage made him flee.